“he closed his eyes. the opening shots of an inner-eyelid movie in lavender –which felt to be warming up to a great escape in blue–appeared to him just as he started to drift…”
a quote from kornwolf, a strange book i stumbled into recently
it draws attention to the layers that make up our visual field.
this secret layer beneath the eyelid where milky darkness presides.
one could get lost back there, swirling, unfathomable depths & all… staring into that space is kind of like suddenly loosing your bearings and drifting down some donnie darko kind of
space/time portal at full speed.
i’m also fascinated by the strange little disruptions
that lazily float their way through my vision from time to time..
like liquid cave drawings set to motion across some jellied surface,
another layer between our inner sanctum & the harsh glare of reality, a network of squishy mechanics, absorbing/transforming light into ocular cinema.
